“Do you remember when… We used to sing?” – Van Morrison
THURSDAY is an odd beast, stuck midway between Wednesday there and Friday here. Half of one life and half of the other sometimes adds up to not enough of either.
The morning needs the sequence of unpacking and synthesizing some transition so I don’t carry the burdens from one place into the other but if Friday is to have any half-dry pots to finish, they need to get started soon. My dark half reels at commands of GETTING SERIOUS and KNUCKLING DOWN and REALLY RUNNING OUT OF THE GATE HARD.
{“THANK YOU!” And the crowd goes wild…}
But I mean, don’t get me wrong: halfway is lifetimes better than the old zero sum game; or losing every match by a score of five to two. Or one. Or none. That was more like feudalism than a life.
But still. I know what I need to make next, and it’s going to be hard. Navigating these crowded maps is confusing. Difficult.
Fucking Thursday.
And also… Thank the gods it’s finally Thursday.
“Na na na, na na na na, na na na na, b-gah!”